Up in the mornin'
Out on the job
Work so hardfor my pay
But that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day.

Show me that river, take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Whilst that lucky old sun, got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

2. "Morning Beat"
Brian Wilson/Scott Bennett

Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah
Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah

The sun burns a hole through the 6 a.m. haze
Turns up the volume and shows off its rays
Another dodger blue sky is crowning L.A.
The city of angels is blessed every day
That lucky old sun smiles on me
Wanna slide down the mountain into the dancing sea
Iím listening to the morning beat
Itís rising from star-studded concrete

This city has my favorite soundtrack
It makes you want to move even though itís laid back
Take it in stride, itíll kick-start your feet
When youíre tuned in to the morning beat

Driving through the maze of the Hollywood hills
Heading to the ocean for a view that could kill
Watching from the wheel at Santa Monica pier
A million diamonds floating on heavenly tears
The gentle wind wonít make a sound
Even though itís forcing the waves to pound

Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah
Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah
Hear those guitars gently strumming
Hear those voices softly humming
Itís hard to feel down, living in this town
But youíre so far away
Itís a long long way from January all the way to December

Even when the sun and I head off to sleep
Thereís an unspoken promise that we keep
Weíll pilot our light into another day
And keep a golden glow warming up L.A.
Even when dreams are deep and sweet
Iím listening for the rhythm of the morning beat
Iíll listen for the morning beat
Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah
Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah

3. "Narrative: Room With A View"
Brian Wilson/Van Dyke Parks

(spoken)
Just now I was thinkiní Ďbout another perfect day
Wishiní it would come again your way
Down below a sparkled city scatters by the bay
Tells you your suspicions are at play
One by one
A carpeted star spangled city sleeps
Like so many danciní diamonds with a beat
Each of them a home
With walls of stories they could tell
Meet the crack of dawn
A freeway starts to roll
An owl hoots its last goodbye to a coyote on patrol
Each day keeps me guessiní
Will you take what Iím confessiní
Will you find the heart beat in L.A.

4. "Good Kind Of Love"
Brian Wilson

He loves her when sheís sleeping
And all the dreams sheís keeping
She keeps them in a jar, but not too far from her heart

They have the good kind of love,good kind of love,
good kind of love
They have the right kinda thing, right kind of thing
right kind of thing
Makes me want to sing it to you
Just him and her, they're so close together
Now they just met and scored a new found treasure
Oh Oh run to him, run to him, right to his arms
They have the good kind
They have the good kind
They have the good kind of love

Now she finds peace in knowing, knowing heíll always be there
Imagine all the women whoíd like a man like him

They have the good kind of love,good kind of love,
good kind of love
They have the right kinda thing, right kind of thing
right kind of thing
Makes me want to sing it to you
Just him and her, they're so close together
Now they just met and scored a new found treasure
Oh Oh run to him, run to him, right to his arms
They have the good kind
They have the good kind
They have the good kind of love

The sun keeps on shining
He rolls Ďround heaven above
A little bit of loving and a kissing and a hugging
Thatís how they fell in love

They have the good kind
They have the good kind
They have the good kind of love

5. "Forever She'll Be My Surfer Girl"
Brian Wilson/Scott Bennett

Summer, Ď61
A goddess became my song
I fell in her ocean eyes
As endless as the sky
Forever sheíll be my surfer girl
Forever sheíll be my surfer girl
My little one

First love is the moment
You canít repeat, but youíll always own it
The gift she gave to me
Her timeless melody
Forever sheíll be my surfer girl
Forever sheíll be my surfer girl
My little one

So sweet
Now thereís all kinds of music (so sweet)
And donít you know the truth is (so sweet)
You were my special lover
So sweet
You were my baby grand (so sweet)
Such a sweet ballad and (oh so sweet)
Sweet voices right from heaven
Radio seven

So long, so long ago
Two waves gently said hello
We'll never say goodbye
Though the horizon dies
Forever sheíll be my surfer girl
Forever sheíll be my surfer girl
My little one

6. "Narrative: Venice Beach"
Brian Wilson/Van Dyke Parks

Venice beach is poppiní
Like live shrimp dropped on a hot wok
Hucksters, hustlers and hawkers
Set up their boardwalk shops
Home for all the homeless, hopeless
Well heeled and deranged
Still, nothiní here seems out of place or strange
Thereís an old smudge of a beatnik by the bay
Lookiní like a dog whoís had his day
Like a dream he drifts away
Heíd like to go out on the pier
To hear the reedy carousel
Itís got a melody that sets you free
And says, ďLetís set a spellĒ
Just to hear the heart beat in L.A.

Iíve got a notion we come from the ocean
And God Almighty passed His hand on the waters
Blue Pacific, as azure as the sky
Perfect for fish, making a wish
Just like a tear drop to fall
Whale passiní me by wonderiní why
Live let live not die

I am a diver a long line survivor
And manís small whaleís all
Body gravity zero
Play the hero, donít mean nothing you see
Man passiní by, caught in the eye
Ponderin' wherefore and why
God help me for whale babies who cry
live let live not die

My heart beats so fast
Our hearts meet at last
Feature creatures of God
Let them abound, where they are found
Letís get the hell outta there

8. "Mexican Girl"
Brian Wilson/Scott Bennett

Hey, Mexican girl, a dahlia in your hair
The soul of Los Feliz, where laughter fills the air
Wonít you make me smile
Light up my sun dial
Girl, you cast a net
On the day we met
Mexican, Mexican, Mexican girl
Danced her way into my world

Hey, Mexican girl, with eyes of burning fire
Heal me with your passion
Inspire me to inspire
Loyal and strong, yet tender as a song
Help me understand, make me a better man
Mexican, Mexican, Mexican girl
Danced her way into my world (Te Quiero)

Hey, bonita muchacha,
Donít you know that I want ya?
Hey, bonita muchacha,
I need to know that I got ya

You have my sacred heart
Weíll finish at the start
Can you picture me in your family tree?
Mexican, Mexican, Mexican girl, Mexican girl

9. "Narrative: Cinco De Mayo"
Brian Wilson/Van Dyke Parks

Down on Olvera Street, a Mexicano cry
A Grito
Te Quiero Te Quiero
Teíadoro
This is where the Anglo gets his Latin loverís sigh
Adios muchachas y boleros, and good bye
Salsa rumbles rafters
In a chop shop filled with cars
Custom chopped and channeled
With a drag race in their stars
City of Angels
Be all you can be
Be movies
Be A-list
Be seen just to see
Your part
Repeat
The heart beat in L.A.

You broke your hand punching the clock
So you could heal your heart
Took a Greyhound all the way west,to where the
Streets are paved with stars
Itís never too late to find your
California role

The Hollywood sign burns through the smog
And reawakens your dreams
Living under this sun, disappointment is not as bad as it seems
Itís never too late to find your
California role

Every girlís the next Marilyn
Every guy, Errol Flynn
Sometimes youíve got to edit your dreams
And find the spotlight behind the scenes
Here in California, man I got to warn ya,
Find your California role

You donít have to climb the Capitol tower
Or play the Hollywood Bowl
If thereís a roll in your heart, and a rock in your soul
If you miss your shot
It doesnít mean you wonít reach your goal

Be doo be doo be doo be doo
Donít drown your sorrows now, just take a dip
You can satisfy your thirst with just one sip
If you missed the premiere ícause you never arrived
The best part of this L.A trip just might be the ride
Here in California, man I got to warn ya,
Find your california role

Roll around heaven all day
That lucky old sun
Roll, roll
Roll around heaven all day
That lucky old sun
Roll, roll
Roll around heaven all day
That lucky old sun
Roll, roll
Roll around heaven all day
That lucky old sun
Roll

11. "Narrative: Between Pictures"
Brian Wilson/Van Dyke Parks

Pumps drunk with oil
Dance like prehistoric locusts on the hills to L.A.X.
People fill their tanks in flights of fancy
Actors waitiní tables
With a method they canít share
Waitiní for whatís next
Waitiní for the big screen in disrepair
I mean
Despair
I mean
That actor standing there
I mean
Are we all not actors
And the whole wide world our stage
Nawó
Some are worthy writers
With the grit to hit the page
To be or not to be
Now
Just part of the heart beat in L.A.

12. "Oxygen To The Brain"
Brian Wilson/Scott Bennett

Open up, open up, open your eyes
Time, itís time, itís time to rise
Okay, letís take it slow
You ainít got no place to go

I cried a million tears
I wasted a lot of years
Life was so dead, life was so dead

Oxygen, oxygen right to the brain
Skip the vices, versus get to the refrain
Let yourself float donít carry that weight
Never destroy when you can create
Ready, set in California
Iím filling up my lungs again
And breathing in life

How could I have got so low
Iím embarrassed to tell you so
I laid around this old place
I hardly ever washed my face

Oxygen, oxygen right to the brain
Skip the vices, versus get to the refrain
Let yourself float donít carry that weight
Never destroy when you can create
Ready, set in California
Iím filling up my lungs again
And breathing in life

Now it donít matter what your age is
Donít you know itís just a state of mind
Letís get the jump on it before itís too late
Friendly reminder, friendly reminder

So take a lesson from one who knows
Just where being lazy goes
Thereís a time to live
A reason to live

Oxygen, oxygen right to the brain
Skip the vices, versus get to the refrain
Let yourself float donít carry that weight
Never destroy when you can create
Ready, set in California
Iím filling up my lungs again
And breathing in life

Open up, open up, open your eyes
Time, itís time, itís time to rise
Okay, letís take it slow
You ainít got no place to go

13. "Can't Wait Too Long"
Brian Wilson

Oooh oooh oooh, been too long
Oooh oooh oooh, been too long

14. "Midnight's Another Day"
Brian Wilson/Scott Bennett

Lost my way
The sun grew dim
Stepped over grace
And stood in sin

Took the dive but couldn't swim
A flag without the wind

When there's no morning
Without you
There's only darkness
The whole day through

Took the diamond from my soul
And turned it back into coal

All these voices
All these memories
Made me feel like stone

All these people
Make me feel so alone

Lost in the dark
No shades of gray
Until I found
Midnight's another day

Swept away
In a brainstorm
Chapters missing
Pages torn

Waited too long
To feel the warmth
I had to chase the sun

All these voices
All these memories
Made me feel like stone

All these people
Made me feel so alone

Lost in the dark
No shades of gray
Until I found
Midnight's another day

15. "That Lucky Old Sun (Reprise)"
Haven Gillespie/Beasley Smith

Ooh, lucky old sun
Oh oh, lucky old sun
Lucky old sun
Lucky old sun
Lucky old sun
Lucky old sun
He rolls around heaven all day

At 25 I turned out the light
Cause I couldnít handle the glare in my tired eyes
But now Iím back, drawing shades of kind blue skies

Itís good to travel
But not for too long
So, now Iím home where I belong
And thatís the key, yeah yeah yeah,
To every song

Iím going home
Iím going home
Iím going home
Iím going home

17. "Southern California"
Brian Wilson/Scott Bennett

I had this dream
Singing with my brothers
In harmony, supporting each other
Tail winds, wheels spin, down the Pacific coast
Surfiní on the A.M., heard those voices again

In Southern California, dreams wake up for you
And when you wake up here, you wake up everywhere

In the flow of the ocean, and the warmth of the rays
Heard music in the air, and in the waves
The wind chimed, laughter rhymed
We had nothing but time
In Southern California, I heard the voice of my mind

In Southern California, dreams wake up for you
And when you wake up here, you wake up everywhere

Oh, itís magical
Living your dreams
Donít want to sleep, you might miss something
Oh, itís magical
Iím glad it happened to me
Nodded off in the band room
Woke up in history

Surfer silhouettes
The sun went into the sea
As we headed home, we drove into a movie
Love songs, pretty girls ó didnít want it to end
Tried to slow down the motion, so it could move us again

In Southern California, dreams wake up for you
And when you wake up here, you wake up everywhere
Southern California
Southern California
(Oh, it's magical, glad it happened to me)
Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah
Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah

Roll around heaven all day
Roll around heaven all day
Roll around heaven all day
Roll around heaven all day
Work work workin' in the sun all day